“Hope is the bridge between despair and joy

But hoping to get you was something different”

you whisper as you send kisses down the side of my face

God, I thought it was just me.

How did we let a year and a half fly by?

Spending it on late nights, pleasing each other

And early mornings, cuddling and kissing

God, you’re a daydream

Your hand lingers in mine days after you left

I can’t get your hai...

Hope is the bridge

Between

Despair and joy.

So long as we hold on to

Hope,

We will never truly be in

A state of

Despair.

So long as we hold on to

Hope,

Life will be on our side,

It will be

Fair.

Hope is how we hold on to

Joy

And leave

Despair

Behind us.

Hope is the reason

That we see the

Light of joy

At the end of the

Tunnel of despair.

Hope is the bridge

Between

Despair and joy.

Beggin...

Hope is the bridge between despair and joy

A bridge with which I tease and toy

A bridge that has degraded to shambles

A bridge with nothing left to amble

As I stare down the channel from my grave to my rebirth,

I realise there is no hope for those already in a hearse...

HOPEfully the journey is easy on you

IS gentle on your aching joints

THE miles is a big long number

BRIDG(E)ing you from point to point

BETWEEN sharp cliffs and low valleys

DESPAIR may haunt your every turn

AND depression bites. So find that light. the

JOY and pray for safe return...

Everything seems to be pointless

In the morning light, I see the rain

I try hard to look away, try to refrain

But when my spirit loses its way

I can’t be brave, can’t chase the fear away.

I need light to guide my way.

I need a hand to rise me again.

I need a song to play in my head.

I need to trust in a better day.

We hide in fear, avoid the words,

We cry to the silence,

without our voice being...

Down on my knees for you

They ached oh so much

Oh so much

Praying

Over and over

Again and again

One two three

One two three

Blink breathe

Blink breathe

Hoping that my dreams shall come true

Tears staining my cheeks

Ignorant to the sad truth

The painful reality

There’s no such thing as equality

No such thing as freedom

Peace

They are merely myths

And that’s when it hit me

Hope i...

At the top of the mountain

People gaze down below

Finding success in the big achievements that made them grow

When it took three days to climb up hill

A backpack on their back

With what little food and water

Can they share what they have left?

Hope is the bridge

Between the mountain and the valley

When it comes to despair and joy

It simply cannot be tallied...

people say that god tests the one’s he loves,even if it inflicts pain

Maybe that’s true

But what if I don’t believe in god?

I keep having bad experiences just like that for no reason? Just suffering for the sake of suffering?

I always found the concept of past lives interesting because what if it was true

And “god” keeps putting me in these situations over and over with the same people yo learn ...

I am both amused and disheartened

about the debate

Everyone laughs about what he said

But it’s scary

people still support him anyway

He has this power

To say anything he wants

And no one still stop him

Hope really is the bridge

between despair and joy

I’m hopeful

But also worried

What a time to live in America

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(It funny in a bad way that a presidential candidate would ever say things l...

Despair and joy are

Closer than you think

There is one thing that

Bridges them together

It’s that one thing

That people try not to

Have too much of

It can lead you into being

Strong, other times it can

Lead you into being weak

Sometimes when it’s false

It does more help than when

It’s real

Hope is the bridge

Between despair and joy...